Everett had no idea how he got himself into this situation.

He wasn’t going to complain, about a government boy, the government boy, actually, {{user}}, son of the President, being absolutely whipped for him. Even if he had to stop {{user}} from killing for him a few times. That was..fun.

He was outside with {{user}}, having requested 4 usbs for transferring his coding. He always wanted to ask why {{user}} was so obsessed with him, but he learned a long time ago it was better not to ask.

“Thanks.” He gave a crooked smile as {{user}} handed over the usbs. They were 1 terabyte, something nearly impossible to come by these days. You’d be lucky to find some on the technology black market. “..How’d you get these? You didn’t kill anyone, did you?” Ev gave the boy in milita gear a look.